April 2013
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Stop thinking about your fucking clothes for one second and enjoy a nice slice of rhubarb pie.
Apr 23rd
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Apr 12th
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Apr 9th
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Apr 5th
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Apr 3rd
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Apr 2nd
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March 2013
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Mar 13th
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Mar 11th
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February 2013
2 posts
No, go fuck yourselves, I'm not going to post...
Feb 25th
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Feb 17th
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January 2013
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Jan 29th
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Jan 15th
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Jan 7th
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December 2012
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Dec 28th
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Dec 25th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 15th
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Dec 3rd
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November 2012
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Nov 30th
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Nov 28th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 27th
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Nov 19th
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Well. . . Shit
I woke up this morning, hung a ciggarette on my lip, and made a cup of some tastes-like-shit instant coffee that I use in my painting (it was all we had left). Then proceeded out onto the balcony. It feels like there is a small child throwing a fit in my eyeballs, not to mention its colder than a witch’s left tit in the marine layer right now. And what’s-her-name? (might have started with a J) is...
Nov 19th
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Nov 18th
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Nov 17th
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Nov 16th
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Nov 16th
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Nov 16th
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My Suit Saved my Drunken Ass.
To me, Halloween is just an excuse to wear a suit. Not that you ever need an excuse to wear a suit. I just like to enjoy my Halloween by having slutty urologists and angels grabbing at my lapels. I’m just a whore like that. I was keeping it simple; slim black suit, white shirt, black tie that was untied because I was Halloween, I can do what I want. This is important to the story,...
Nov 16th
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Nov 12th
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Nov 10th
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Nov 3rd
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Nov 3rd
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Nov 2nd
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Nov 2nd
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Nov 1st
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Nov 1st
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October 2012
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Oct 27th
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Where the Name began...
Two men in suits, a giant dog, and one red-haired Armenian-or-something-like-that girl in a smoke-filled room. Laying there on the floor two bottles of 151 later, it came, that giant pink elephant fucking a penguin type of a question. “Would you guys fuck me?!” It didn’t come out of nowhere. Not completely at least. It started with “how big do you think my tits...
Oct 27th
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Oct 22nd
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